Summary: Your powers grow stronger with the help of Isis. You get closer to finding Harrow now that you've got access to the Darkhold, an ancient text that has helped you dream-walk more easily than before. Only now, you're struggling with intense headaches and Marc worries about your fate.
TW/CW: Angst, violence, mentions of dark magic, language
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The tunnel was dark, illuminated slightly by distant lanterns that ominously hung from the walls. You could hear a distant conversation, hushed voices that tried to hide an angry dispute.
"I'll die before I let the girl keep her power. She doesn't know how to use it. If she won't join me, she'll surrender her gift."
"We'll all be killed, Arthur..."
"A risk I'm willing to take..."
You stayed close to the walls, feeling the cool, wet brick against the palms of your hands. You listened carefully, straining to hear their far-off voices for some hint as to where the men were.
How do you know Spector won't find us? He's got a God on his side, for heaven's sake...
That old bird couldn't find a worm if it was under his decaying beak. We have some time... He would never be able to find-
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